~End of the Beggining~ -- Death Valley

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Date Posted: 19:03:12 06/03/03 Tue
Author: Split
Subject: ~End of the Beggining~

The painted stag trotted in, carriage held high. Orbs glittered with a hidden malice, that was revealed at all the right moments. A long whinny game from his dainty mug. Yes, this place was good enough. Better make some room boys, Split is here to stay!

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[> [ is that a threat? ] -- psyche, 21:26:50 06/03/03 Tue [1]

The moon. A bare, glowing fingernail ensconced in a vast ocean of black. It smiled on Psyche's plumbian back now, dappling her already mottled flank with variegated motes of ivory as the lissom young mare shifted in and out of its proximity. The sky...if I were a human, I would wear the night sky...and the stars...always the stars, thought she, her arcane eyes trained idly upon a particularly cluttered handful of constellations. To hell with Mom, her Dior, and her Diamonds...there is nothing more beautiful than a clear evening stippled with narrow, clouds, like dark heliotrope of heaven.

She sensed an encroaching presence behind her but did not turn around to acknowledge it. She didn't need the rationale - she knew it was there. Instant aggravation permeated her comfortable peace of mind. She had enjoyed the anomoly to which her mindset had unfettered; the lack of her customary cynicism found her strangely liberated and winged. Almost.

However, it had all dissipated upon the arrival of the presumably male manifestation whom she continued to disregard in physical practice. Psyche found herself mentally naked, having let her psychosomatic guard down, and thusly could only cling with that all too familiar bitterness to what the interruption had left her: her notoriously hostile aggression.

She spun around and fixed the bastard with esoteric eyes of ice and daggers. "Welcome." A duo of slow, deadly, and protacted syllables. Nuances of irony that eddied and whorled, unnoticed to all but the practiced ear...sub-textual [pun intended] inflection, so to speak. The archetype of verbal malice.

[ No, you didn't really do anything to piss her off except exist; Psyche's just a bit of a bitch xD, haha, sorry. This was a boredom post, but I like it, so you are charged with responding. LOL. ]

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[> [> [ miinor adjustments ] -- psyche and Zoe, the perfectionist, 21:31:59 06/03/03 Tue [1]

The moon. A bare, glowing fingernail ensconced in a
vast ocean of black. It smiled on Psyche's plumbian
back now, dappling her already mottled flank with
variegated motes of ivory as the lissom young mare
shifted in and out of its proximity. The sky...if I
were a human, I would wear the night sky...and the
stars...always the stars, thought she, her arcane
eyes trained idly upon a particularly cluttered
handful of constellations. To hell with Mom, her
Dior, and her diamonds...there is nothing more
beautiful than a clear evening stippled with narrow
clouds, like dark heliotrope of heaven.

She sensed an encroaching presence behind her but did
not turn around to acknowledge it. She didn't need the
rationale - she knew it was there.

Instant aggravation permeated her comfortable peace of mind, for she had
enjoyed the anomoly to which her mindset had
unfettered; the lack of her customary cynicism found
her strangely liberated and winged.

Almost.

However, it had all dissipated upon the arrival of the
presumably male manifestation whom she continued to
disregard in physical practice. Psyche found herself
mentally naked, having let her psychosomatic guard
down, and thus could only cling with that all too
familiar bitterness to what the interruption had left
her with: that notoriously hostile aggression.

She spun around and fixed the bastard with esoteric
eyes of ice and daggers. "Welcome." A duo of slow,
deadly, and protacted syllables. Nuances of irony that
eddied and whorled, unnoticed to all but the practiced
ear...sub-textual [pun intended] inflection, so to
speak. The archetype of verbal malice.

[ No, you didn't really do anything to piss her off
except exist; Psyche's just a bit of a bitch xD, haha,
sorry. This was a boredom post, but I like it, so you
are charged with responding. LOL. ]

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